What was I supposed to say?Yes, I’m obsessed with you. Yes, I know you like coffee first thing in the morning. Yes, I bought your favorite pastry from the overpriced grocery store and dropped it off before driving back to the city like some whipped idiot pretending I’m not in love with you.
Luna Girl: It’s called technology, and you’ve got your read receipts on...
Me: Groans
Luna Girl: That was kind. But you could’ve stayed. You could’ve cuddled.
Me: Just friends.
Luna Girl: Wow. Two words this time. Impressive.
Me: I don’t cuddle.
Luna Girl: Three words. Soon we’ll have a whole sentence. Proud of you.
Luna Girl: You’re coming to Minnesota in a few weeks, right?
Me: Said I would, didn’t I?
There was a long pause. I stretched out on my empty bed and stared at the ceiling.
Luna Girl: You ghosting until Minnesota or do I get a goodbye grunt?
Me: Don’t get your hopes up. Friends.
Luna Girl: You’re so fucking frustrating.
Me: Talk to Dirks. He likes feelings.
Luna Girl: I did. He said you’re emotionally repressed and should try crying once in your life.
Me: Tell him to choke on his protein powder.
Luna Girl: He said he would, but only if you beg.
Me: Jesus Christ.
Luna Girl: You’re scared.
Me: I’m sane.
Luna Girl: Debatable.
Me: Blocked.
Luna Girl: You wish. You’d come crawling back in a week, begging to sniff my pillow.
Me: Delusional.
Luna Girl: Obsessed.
Me: Insufferable.
Luna Girl: Accurate. Still won’t say I miss you.
Me: Good.
Luna Girl: But I will miss your cock.
